It wasn't until last night I realized that throught my "time" of having a journal, everyone has tried to get their hands on it. Wanting to know my secrets, my ambitions, the whole workings of my brain. Hiding my journal in different places was no longer fun anymore. So for everyone trying to win a spot in my head, here you go. My Brain, My Life; is probably not that exciting as you make it seem.
Christmas was not white this year, just felt as if spring is demanding to show its colors. This morning my mother and I watched and finished the series "Orange is the New Black". Quiet until the silence broke with my youngest brother walking into the living room to sit with us. It was not that long till my son, 3 years of age, came to sit with mom, uncle, and grandma. You people reading this should know my mom lives with me and my family. My brother also considered to be known as a stepbrother like to stay with my mom, a vacation from is hell called home.
22 and the year almost ending, I guess I could say this was my roughest year ever. I'm just hoping what everyone else in the world is hoping for; a new start.
As my day progressed, it was around 2 o'clock that we decided we should communicate with the world. By that I mean eating at Apple Bee's. My son wanting the 2 mini cheese burgers and cheese sticks, no wonder why he's got the farts right now. He also even wanted to visit his favorite place in the world; Wal-Mart. Since its after Christmas, My mom thought it was a great time to shop for relatives across the Colorado border. New Mexico is where they reside, where my hometown and family live. Turns out Wal-Mart after Christmas is just like Black Friday; Hopeless.
Luckily when we got home, my mom and I decided to watch SoMo. Our way of relaxing and wishing we could be next to this star on the rise. We search for a concert video that was in Arizona, a way of reliving that night we got to see him perform. It'll be one we can't forget I can tell you that much.
So as the yawns start to take control, this is the end of my first entry.
Good Night and Sweet Dreams.
Taylor.
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